Tommy and Tanner Chapter 53
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Tommy and Tanner, Chapter 53
By the end of September, the Coolidge Cougars football team had a 5 and 0 record. So far, it was the best season in years and the boys gave the credit to their coaching staff. That made both Tark and Peter feel good about the way they were guiding their players.
As quarterback and captain, Greg Paulson was showing the kind of leadership that Tark had believed him capable of. His favorite receiver, Lance Cook, was holding up his end as well. Things boded well for the team.
Bart Johnson anchored the defense along with his buddies, Dax and Jackson. Another up-and-coming member of the defensive squad was a transfer junior, a young Black guy named Michael Bryant. He was a tough kid, but if he didn't gain quite a bit of weight before next season, he would probably get moved to offence because he wasn't physically solid enough to be effective in the position he now held. Tark hadn't been eager to have him there with that group of potential bullies for fear that they'd lead him in the wrong direction, but the boy had wanted the position so badly that he'd given in against his better judgment.
The initial tension shown over Peter's presence in the locker room had largely dissipated. Bart Johnson was still sullen at times, muttering under his breath, but wasn't doing anything overtly to disrupt. His nose was still out of joint over not being made captain or at least co-captain, but when the voting was done by secret ballot, his fellow teammates hadn't elected him like he thought they would.
Tark and Peter began to relax a bit, feeling that the success the team was enjoying would help keep everyone in line. Performing well and getting into the finals would help many of the seniors get scholarships of some kind.
Since the team was performing at a high level, several recruiters from smaller colleges had already contacted some of the twelfth graders with tentative offers. Tark hoped that would be an incentive to keep up their good behavior and best effort.
October brought homecoming with an important game and the biggest dance of the fall term. Greg was voted homecoming king and a pretty cheerleader named Cindy Smith was his queen.
Cindy was delighted because she had a crush on the handsome quarterback. Truth be told, Greg was as happy as she was. He had been trying to get up the nerve to ask her out. For all of his aggressiveness on the field, he was rather shy in social situations - especially where the opposite sex was concerned.
The team won the game handily over their neighboring rivals, and the local sports pages predicted a shutout season. Several college recruiters came to view this contest and went away feeling it had been more than worth the time spent.
Several alumni actually did come home to cheer on the team. Tim, Melody, Chas, Mindy, Drake, and Chris all made the trip back from DeKalb. The guys were really intent on watching the game, while the girls spent part of the time catching up with other girls they'd hung out with.
Tuck sat about an inch away from Tim during the varsity game. It was almost comical to see the worship in his eyes. Tim had been there to see the freshman/sophomore game and had complimented Tuck on the great job he did as quarterback of the young team. The brothers were still as close as ever.
The homecoming dance wasn't the social event of the season for the gay kids, but many of them went as a group to enjoy the music and food. Since they were already out publically, Tommy, Tanner, Andy, and Devin saw no reason not to dance together for some of the numbers. They also danced with a few girls.
Bobby and Jared had come as singles, but didn't dance with each other. They spread themselves around among the freshman girls who didn't have dates, being careful not to spend too much time with any one girl lest someone would want to get attached.
Tucker had asked a sweet, pretty girl, named Tara Estling, from his social studies class. The two of them spent most of the evening together and seemed comfortable.
For Greg and Cindy, it was a bit like it had been for Tim and Melody. The two shy seniors hit it off well and would remain an item at school even after the homecoming dance.
Tark watched from afar, wondering if Greg's parents had had the foresight to provide him with condoms or at least good information about birth control. From the way those two were hanging on each other, it might be a sensible precaution. If Greg were to come to him for advice, he'd certainly give it. No young couple should be taking chances with their futures.
About the second week of November, when everything seemed to be going very well, Bart and his little posse began to get cocky again. That seemed to coincide with a scholarship offer that Bart received from a private college which had the reputation of being a party school.
One day toward the end of practice, Bart sidled up to Michael and put an arm around his shoulder. From a distance most anyone would have thought he was taking the junior under his wing and perhaps giving him some pointers. Bart's smile belied what he was saying.
"You know you haven't been properly welcomed into the defense. Everyone joining our team has to get initiated in order to belong. It happens as freshmen."
"Yeah, well, I ain't no freshman. I already been through that shit in my old school, so I'm not doin' it again. Unless you been a homeboy, you got no idea `bout initiations."
"Oh you'll do it alright, Black boy, or you won't be in shape to play by the end of the week. No tellin' how bad you might get hurt in practice."
"What does y'all's initiation involve?" Michael asked, trying not to show his concern.
"The guys just do a little bonding with you in the showers so you know we love you," Bart leered.
Michael found an excuse to talk to Tark about some defensive plays while the rest of the team was stripping and heading for the showers. He didn't know if that was a wise move or not in the long run, but it kept him from having to share the shower with Bart that afternoon. He hoped he'd figure out a plan to keep out of Bart's way until the season was over. By then, Bart wouldn't have any reason to mess with him.
Although he talked like a bad-ass, Michael was an ordinary middleclass kind of kid. He'd put on a tough front when he transferred into this nearly lily-white school in a town with hardly any residents of color. There were a few Asians and a couple of Hispanics, but almost no African-Americans his age.
His fabricated story was that he had come from the Chicago inner-city schools and had been a gang member. Unfortunately, he didn't have any tattoos to back up his claims and several of his peers saw through the charade. Most unfortunately was the fact that Bart appeared to be one of those.
Michael relaxed in the warmth of his shower, feeling lucky that he'd evaded Bart for the time being. It was nice to be alone because football scrimmages always raised his testosterone level and he was often fearful that he'd spring a boner. He was pretty well hung, but not to the legendary proportions stereotypically associated with Black males. Today, he didn't have to worry as his cock expanded to its full eight and a half inches because no one was around to see it.
His ample prepuce didn't automatically retract all the way like some guys' skins do. It made jacking off without lubrication an easy and pleasurable undertaking. After closing his eyes in a daydream and giving it a few long strokes, his cock splattered a sizeable load on the wall. He cupped his hands to direct the spray from the shower toward the mess in order to clean it off. He'd been so transported by the experience that he had failed to sense the presence of anyone else in the area.
"Shit, I thought a Black Boy would shoot black jizz," Bart exclaimed.
Michael turned around to see Bart, Dax, and Jackson all naked and in a state of partial erection. This could not be good.
"Wha-chu want?" Michael asked in a more commanding tone than he was feeling.
"Your ass, boy," Bart laughed. "No one's around and we came back to give you that little initiation I was talking about on the field today. You weren't stupid enough to mention it to Coach were you?"
"No, I don't rat people out, but you'd better not fuck with me. I still have connections."
"Connections, my ass," Dax laughed. "If you'd been in a gang, you'd have the tats to prove it."
"My momma had them removed when I got out of the gang. It hurt like fuckin' hell."
"Bullshit!" Jackson laughed. "Besides, if you left a gang, they'd kill you if you contacted them again. You're a fraud, but we'll protect you. We're gonna make sure you know just how much we love your black ass. You might be walking a little funny for the next few days, but you'll learn to want it again and again."
"Leave me the fuck alone, cocksuckers," Michael demanded as his heart began to race. "What do you really want?" he demanded, his speech slipping back to normal in his fright.
He was a strong boy and could have held his own in a fair fight with any one of them, but with all three, he didn't know how he'd survive with his anal virginity intact.
"Since you brought it up," Bart laughed, "we'd settle for having our cocks sucked after we all piss on you. Now lie down on the floor like a good doggie."
Michael tried to rush past them, but didn't get far. The three larger boys pulled him to the floor. While Dax held his feet and Jackson kneeled on his arms, Bart got ready to start the golden shower.
"Let go of him, Damn it!" Tark yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Hey Coach, we were just having a little fun with him," Bart whined as he stepped back.
"Fun, my ass," Tark replied. "You three are suspended from the team for the rest of the season and probably from school for the rest of the year but that's Dr. Moore's call. This is the kind of bullying that she's been trying to prevent."
"It's your word against ours," Jackson taunted.
"Not exactly," said Peter as he entered the room brandishing a small tape recorder.
"Who's gonna believe a story backed up by a fuckin' queer?" Bart demanded. "My dad'll sue all you asses off!"
"Shut up, Bart. He's recording this," Dax warned.
"I'll bust that fuckin' recorder," Bart said as he lunged for Peter.
He hadn't made more than two steps when he found himself with his nose against the tile and Michael's body pinning him to the floor.
"Get off me you fuckin' nigger!"
"Apologize please to Mr. Parker for your language," Michael said calmly as he twisted Bart's arm into a very uncomfortable position.
"The hell I will," Bart yelled. "You're gonna break my arm!"
"Ease up on him Michael, I don't want him injured, but don't let him up. I'm calling security." Tark ordered.
"I did it already and he's on the way," Peter told him.
"Boys, I'm going to let you put on your underwear so you'll be decent when Sgt. Quinn gets here. But if you make one move to leave I promise I'll do everything in my power to prevent it.
Peter, would you please take the rest of their things and lock them in the office?
Michael you need to stay too, but you may get dressed. I'm certain that you're not going to run."
It wasn't more than 10 minutes before Sgt. Quinn was on the scene. He allowed them all to get dressed and marched them up to meet with Dr. Moore to see what the next move should be.
They all sat in silence as Peter played the tape which clearly reproduced the entire scene, beginning a few minutes before Tark and he had entered the showers. Dr. Moore frowned several times at the words being used and the threats the bullies had made. She was making notes as well as creating a backup copy with a recording device of her own.
"I'm afraid this matter has to go beyond these walls. The words used by the three of you make this a hate crime. But that's just the tip of the iceberg."
"We were just teasing. It's a guy thing you wouldn't understand because you're a woman." Bart exclaimed.
"Despite your sexist remark, I certainly do understand that your intent was one of hazing and possibly rape. I think Sgt. Quinn should read you your rights before you say another word."
Dominic Quinn read the Miranda warning right on cue. He then radioed for another squad car to transport the boys to the station. There was one a block away, so the wait shouldn't be long.
"I don't think I'm gonna hang around here and wait," Bart sneered. "You're all gonna get sued when my dad gets through with you."
"Mr. Johnson, my best advice to you is to be cooperative. You've been caught bullying and hazing and you need to calm down and do as you're told if you hope to get this settled without additional charges." Sgt. Quinn admonished.
"Well fuck you all!" Bart yelled as he left the room.
"That was not a wise decision," Dr. Moore shook her head.
Sgt. Quinn didn't run after Bart, but got on his radio again to inform the other officers about what had happened. When he escorted Dax and Jackson down to the front of the school, there was Bart against the car, handcuffed and being frisked.
"We're going to have to get a room with a cot for you, Tark," Chris Roberts joked when the two men met at the police station. "It seems like you're involved in crime as much as some of Agatha Christie's characters."
"Not by my own choice!" Tark exclaimed. "Imagine what this incident is going to do to my football season."
"But you did the right thing despite the fallout for your program," Chris encouraged him. "There are coaches who would have turned a blind eye. This will send a ripple effect through the school and probably the conference. Our town can't be the only one with bullying problems. I, for one, feel that my son is safer because of people like you."
"Thanks."
"By the way, how did you happen to be there at just the right time? It was after your official duties were over."
"Peter was the one who alerted me that something didn't feel right. He witnessed Bart with his arm around Michael's shoulders acting like a big bro, and that was just too out of character. It raised a red flag, so we tried to keep an eye on the locker room later, after almost everyone had left. It wasn't easy because we both had obligations that nearly caused us to miss what was going on. I will admit to stalling an extra minute before stopping the hazing to let Bart incriminate himself on the tape. I've talked to Michael about it and he seems to understand. However, he is worried about retaliation. He's paranoid about being the new kid and being racially different from the mainstream. Just between us, I think he may be out of the mainstream in other ways."
"Like our sons?"
"Yes. Peter and I have both picked up on some things that could indicate that. We don't want to frighten him by broaching the subject, but we've tried to say things that will let him know it's not a problem for us. I think he's beginning to trust Peter. We're lucky to have a man around who knows first-hand how to deal with it if it's true."
"That's for sure!"
"I told Michael that my sons, and probably Andy and Devin would watch his back as much as possible. I'm not sure how much comfort that is to him, seeing that he isn't aware of their martial arts training."
"Let's hope the boys aren't forced into a situation where they have to use it for real." Chris sighed.
Author's notes: Thanks to the following people who emailed since last posting: Paul F, Walt S, Bill T, Roger L, Jim C, Justin S, Ori N, Bill T, Rutabaga, Paul R, Tony W, Ott H, Bill K, Trish R, Danny, Jim W, RC, Tom A, and Michael L. I appreciate hearing from you.
Please keep my editor, David, and his partner in your thoughts. They have lost two of their beloved boxers lately and the third one is quite ill. It's been a trying time, and I know some of you can empathize.
A young man named Ori who lives outside of the US wants to share his story and his email in case anyone reading this story knows a teen who might need someone to talk to. Ori has experienced depression and even considered suicide before he came out. Fortunately, he didn't carry through. His family and friends have accepted his orientation and he's had a boyfriend for three years and counting! His message to teens is: "BE PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE AND DON'T CHANGE FOR ANYONE. LOVE YOURSELF INSTEAD OF HATING YOURSELF, BECAUSE YOU ARE SPECIAL. DON'T EVEN CONSIDER TAKING YOUR OWN LIFE FOR BEING GAY. YOU DESERVE TO LIVE, LOVE, AND BE LOVED!"
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The next chapter will be the one that some of you have been anticipating. That's a little teaser like the newscasters give so you'll stay tuned in.
David